“August,” I said.
“Two months before he died,” Brittany said. “When he couldn’t remember what day it was. When he called you Sheryl half the time and asked for Grandma.”
I put my hand flat on the boards of the dock. I needed to touch something solid.
“She said he signed it,” Brittany said. “She said the lawyer asked him if he understood, and he said yes. She said it was all legal.” Her voice cracked. “She said she had to do it. She said she never got a
real wedding, and she wasn’t going to let me miss mine.”Book Venues
I closed my eyes.
Mom and Dad got married at the Taylor County Courthouse in 1993. On a Tuesday. Mom was
pregnant with me. Grandpa Earl was so angry he didn’t come. They didn’t speak for a year.
I knew that story. Everybody in our family knew it. Nobody ever talked about it.
